Earlier this month I received a text from the state department of health saying I was eligible for my covid-19 vaccination booster shot.
I was surprised. It had been almost six months since my second of the two initial Pfizer doses, but I’m not 65 years old, and I thought the state was prioritizing older and sicker people. But the state said it was my turn, so I made an appointment for a city-run vaccination event at the high school on Saturday, six days past my six-month vaccination anniversary.
On Saturday, I showed up at the high school. It was easy to see why people under 65 were being called; there were way more volunteers there than there were patients. If it had been limited to over-65s, there would have been more doses than arms to put them in, and a lot of vaccine would have been wasted. It has a short shelf life. Maybe older people just hadn’t heard about the clinic, or maybe more older people got one of the other vaccines, Moderna or Johnson & Johnson, that haven’t been approved for boosters yet.
So I was able to get mine at the clinic Saturday. As usual, the city had things running smoothly, and the volunteers were great. I got my shot, and was through with the whole thing in less than half an hour, and than included the fifteen minutes I had to wait after getting jabbed, so I could be monitored in case of a reaction.
Sunday I felt lousy all day, worse than last time: fever, chills, intense headache, fatigue, and boy aches. This morning I was still feeling a bit sick, but was able to eat. And tonight I’m mostly OK. By tomorrow I’m sure I’ll be back to normal.
But with an extra boost of immunity.